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Changes In Life.

26 Thursday Jan 2023

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My life was filled with hope and joy,
Each day a new adventure.
I squandered moments in time
With endless days of pleasure.

I was convinced that I could live
Day by day forever
And I would taste of sweet success
With all of my endeavors.

My strength was once incredible,
And my energy unending,
But old age caught up to me,
And a Pandemic sent me reeling.

All the things that anchored me
Were suddenly torn asunder.
I lost a friend, became quite ill,
And I saw my Country plundered.

My faith in God had disappeared,
And my hope for a better tomorrow
Had crash-landed here on earth,
And I was filled with sorrow.

The last two years I've walked with death
And stayed in isolation.
The world's been turned upside down,
And I'm often filled with frustration.

It's hard to tell what is the truth
And what is a clever lie.
Misinformation flows like oil,
But real facts are hard to deny.

There are many changes as I grow older
And losses I have to accept.
There are techniques and skills I need to learn
So I'll become more adept.

I have been given gifts through the years
That I cherish deep in my heart.
Yet, when I am dealt with repetitive losses,
True acceptance becomes an art.

-Yu/stan/kema-

Opposites In Life.

25 Wednesday Jan 2023

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The world is full of opposites
despite what some believe.
With every day of joy we have,
are days when we grieve.

We walk up a flight of stairs
and then we climb down.
Some days we may smile a lot,
and some days we frown.

We say we hate our enemies
and love our dearest friends. 
We resent those we dislike;
With friends, we make amends.

Most often opposites attract,
yet, sometimes they repel.
Both exist here on earth. 
We must remain tranquil.

-Yu/stan/kema-

My Dog Fuzzy.

25 Wednesday Jan 2023

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Scanned by Yu/stan/Kema on 2-18-16. Personal photograph.
I had a fuzzy little dog
With golden, brownish hair.
He ran with me across the yard,
His nose up in the air.

His body shook with ecstasy
Each time he smelled some food. 
He hunted down and gobbled up
Good meat with gratitude.

His ruff was thick around his head,
And it was white as snow.
And everywhere I tried to walk,
He was sure to go.

His brown eyes sparkled in the sun.
His tongue was long and pink.
He smiled when we were having fun.
One time I saw him wink.

He'd lay beside me in the grass,
His head upon my knee.
The joy we shared was multiplied
 When he would laugh at me.

He is deceased, but still I think
Of him when he would lay
And look at me with soft brown eyes.
I miss him every day.

-Yu/stan/kema-

A Therapeutic Relationship

16 Wednesday Nov 2022

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I step into a room filled with silence.
A glowing rock illuminates the space
Between two chairs facing each other.
A table lamp adds light in the place.

I sit and wait, holding my breath,
For someone to quietly enter,
Sit peacefully across from me,
And start this new adventure.

She greets me with a gentle smile
And sits in the opposite chair.
She leans forward and invites me
To relax and become aware:

Aware of my current surroundings
And attuned to all of my senses,
Conscious of my present thoughts,
And my emotional defenses.

We explore and discuss what is needed
To bring me back to my Self,
And what skills I need to learn
To improve my emotional health.

We agree to work together
Using honesty and respect
To regulate my emotions
And deal with feelings of neglect.

This room is no longer silent.
It's a refuge for me,
A place for my soul to grow,
And my spirit to fly free.

-Yu/stan/kema-

Using Your Gifts For Good.

28 Wednesday Sep 2022

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If you can play a violin,
Then make it weep and cry,
So mourners can freely grieve
When a loved one dies. 

If you can dance with pure grace
And move the human soul,
Use your gift to heal the heart
So others can feel whole.

If you can write and inspire
Lives to thrieve and grow,
Good will live after you,
Much more than you will know.

If you can paint a landscape
And bring beauty to this earth,
Use your skills and passion
To show others their worth.

If you can help the wounded
Come to terms with their past,
Use your great compassion
To show God's love can last.

-Yu/stan/kema-

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Wishes For Those In Need

28 Wednesday Sep 2022

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I wish I was a rainbow stretched across the sky.
I'd give hope to those who still need to cry.

I wish I was a sunbeam shining everywhere.
I'd give warmth and comfort when life seems hard to bear.

I wish I was a moonbeam glowing in the dark.
I'd show the way to safety while crossing the park.

I wish I was a cardinal sitting in a tree.
I'd sing songs of gladness for those in misery.

I wish I was a cool breeze on a sunny day.
I'd give relief to those at work and children at play.

If I could make a difference helping those in need,
Then they could feel God's love through every single deed.

-Yu/stan/kema-

Brother’s Ride Across The Sky.

14 Wednesday Sep 2022

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I'm sorry that your brother died.
I know you carry tears inside.
You called him " Brother" all your life.
Your sorrow cuts you like a knife.

He sheltered you from every harm
And had a certain kind of charm.
You saw his flaws but loved him so,
And it is hard to let him go.

I'm sure he's trying to impress
God with his own worthiness.
He worked hard to build a ranch
And acquired a cowboy stance.

Now it's time to say good-bye. 
He's ridden his horse across the sky.
He knows he'll see you again 
And talk with you of now and then.

-Yu/stan/kema-

The Obstacle Of Fear

14 Wednesday Sep 2022

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Love comes softly on angels' wings
And touches my shattered soul. 
I am broken beyond repair 
And grief has taken it's toll.

Where do I go when all is gone
And life has lost all meaning?
Is there a place to release my tears
And express the emotions I'm feeling?

The world can be such a lonely place
For a sensitive soul like mine.
How do you open yourself back up
To hurt and say, "I'm fine?"

The struggle to get up off the floor
Is strenuous year after year. 
How do I try to find hope again
When I have such terrible fear?

-Yu/stan/kema-

The Irony Of Life.

18 Wednesday May 2022

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Life is full of joy and sorrow.
We never know what comes tomorrow.
We make plans with baited breath
While pushing back the hands of death.
We try to play the hero's part
With an arrow in our heart.

We gather flowers as we go. 
The years fly by and bring us woe.
The losses come one by one,
And we feel our life is done. 
We are told to carry on
And embrace the coming dawn.

We feel such emptiness within.
We weep for what life might have been.
Our hopes and dreams have flown away,
And still we're staying one more day.
Our courage keeps us living here 
After losing all that's dear. 
-Yu/stan/kema-

Consequences Of War.

15 Sunday May 2022

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A little girl with tattered clothes
Walked on the bombshelled ground.
Tears flowed down her dirt-stained cheeks.
She did not make a sound.

Bombs were falling from the sky.
Her body shook with fear,
And yet she kept on walking.
She had lost what she held dear.

She saw dead bodies in the street
And heard some soldiers laugh.
The Russians blew up what they could
And took things in their path.

She found a place to hide again
And packed herself in tight.
The cold stones protected her.
She slept through the night.

The sun came up to welcome her
And down the road she went.
She found no food or water
And her energy was spent.

She searched in vain for family
The war had ripped away.
She knew there was no one
Who would ask her to stay.

The emptiness she felt inside
Was like a giant hole.
Her faith in God had disappeared.
She feared for her soul.

War came to the streets of Kiev.
It would not stay the same.
Brave men would die and one small child
On the streets of Ukraine.
-Yu/stan/kema-